Mississippi state bird

Tales of the Battle at Shiloh
In eighteen sixty-two
Will always be handed down
By folks who want the truth

Hiram buried family gold
No one knew of its place
He rode to fight the Yankees
To save their southern space

A fierce battle, nobody knows
About his bloody day
Just, Hi Neighbors lost his life
Put down in a mass grave

Now times do swiftly pass on
And few question the fact
The story of a pot of gold
Lost on that family’s tract